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“..The hero, who’s now being referred to as Superwoman, was first spotted fighting alongside Superman last week. She was reportedly seen again this morning..”
Clark’s eyes don’t leave the TV screen when he leans back against the cushions on the couch, focused on the headline, specifically on the word Superwoman.
His eyes then flicker to the doorway of the kitchen, catching sight of Lois trying to slowly, gently scoop vanilla ice cream out of the container, as if a sudden movement would send it flying at her face. She’s still trying to get used to the whole superpower thing, and he can tell that she struggles sometimes, but Lois has never been the type to stop trying. It’s one of the many things he loves about her.
Clark watches Lois successfully scoop the ice cream into a small bowl and grab two small spoons. She puts the container back in the freezer, closes it, and dashes, literally dashes to the living room. Not fast enough for him to be unable to follow her movement, but fast enough to surprise him when she ends up in front of him. He’s not used to it either.
He smiles, “You’re having way too much fun with this.”
Lois grins and sinks down onto the couch next to him, spoon already in her mouth. Clark reaches for the second one and digs in himself. When she scoots closer to him and her shoulder presses against his, he looks at her once again, eyes softening.
Sometimes, he hears Cat tell Lois how lucky she is to have ‘someone like Superman obsessed with her’ (not that she knows Clark is Superman, she fully believes they’re two different people who’re in love with Lois), but he thinks it’s the other way around. He’s married to Lois Lane. Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist. The most beautiful woman he’s laid eyes upon. Caring and compassionate, no matter how much she tries to hide behind the tough exterior—and those things are precisely what makes her so tenacious.
In Clark’s eyes, even though she only got her powers just recently, Lois has always been a hero. An everyday hero who uses her pen as her biggest superpower, and doesn’t let anything get in the way of her pursuit of the truth.
The world’s lucky to have Lois Lane, and it’s a blessing that Clark gets to be her husband. Lois never lets him forget it—not that he’d ever forget it, but he always appreciates the reminders.
“You’ve got some on your face,” Lois tells him when they’re done with their ice cream, the empty bowl set on the coffee table.
Before Clark can do anything to clean it up, she’s already straddling his lap, a familiar, playful glint in those gorgeous eyes of hers.
Clark smiles easily, eyes fluttering shut when she leans in to lick the residue off his bottom lip. His arms wrap around her, holding her in place like he never wants to let her go, before he pulls her in for a deep kiss. It’s gentle until Lois’ tongue slips past his lips, then turning hungry and messy, low moans starting to escape his throat. Lois holds onto him just as tight, one arm draped around his neck while her other hand grips onto his shoulder, fingers digging hard into his skin.
“Lois,” he breathes when she pulls away to take her top off. She’s not wearing anything under—he swallows at the sight of her breasts like it’s his first time seeing her this way. It never gets old. He follows after her, pulling his shirt over his head before tossing it to the side.
She kisses him again, her breasts pressed against his chest, and her fingers traveling up his abs to tweak at his nipple because she knows how sensitive he is there. It’s different this time, though; it feels good like every other time, but back then, it never hurt. This time, though, now that she’s got powers, it’s intense. He makes a choked noise at the sting, a little stunned because it’s new, but more aroused than ever because it’s not a bad feeling.
Clark somehow grows even harder in response, rolling up against her, wanting more. His cheeks burn. Yup, he’s gone crazy for her.
Lois presses down onto him, and the sounds she makes have him leaking. She pulls back just an inch, her nose still touching his. “Can you—”
“Yes.”
Lois laughs, a sound he could listen to forever. “You don’t even know what I’m asking for.”
He kisses the side of her breast, feeling pleased with himself when he hears her heart speed up. “Anything you want.”
“You’re disgustingly sweet.”
“You love me.”
“Unfortunately.”
He pouts, but she’s quick to smile and kiss it away. She then hops off his lap and moves to lie against the armrest of the couch. The soft glow of the setting sun spills through the window and gleams on her skin—gosh, he really does appreciate the reminders of how lucky he is.
He palms his aching cock through layers of clothing, trying to take some of the edge off when he sees the damp spot on her panties as she tugs her pants down her hips.
“I want your tongue.”
Clark groans at her words. His head’s between her legs in seconds, lips trailing kisses along the soft skin of her thighs. Lois squirms underneath him, impatient. He withdraws for a second and slips a finger into the waistband of her underwear before pulling them down her legs and letting them fall off the edge of the couch. Lois is usually the messier one, but right now, he really couldn’t care less about clothes on the floor in his current position.
Clark swallows, entranced by the sight of her, the scent of her, and doesn’t take long to decide he won’t want to wait any longer to relish the taste of her.
He wastes no time, doesn’t tease her like he usually does; his mouth latches onto her pussy in seconds. He licks a long stripe up her slit, the tip of his tongue meeting her clit, and a moan escapes Lois’ lips. She reaches down to run her fingers through his hair, and she’s so soaked that his chin’s already coated in her slick.
“Clark,” She bucks her hips up for more friction, and he’s quick to speed things up.
It’s like he’s hypnotised by her, drunk on her, focused on nothing but making her feel good.
He sucks on her clit and pushes two fingers inside her, sliding them in easily with how wet she is. Her grip on his curls immediately tightens, really tightens, tight enough to hurt. She doesn’t seem just how strong she is, still used to being able to touch him in any way she wishes because it never used to cause him any pain.
He makes a choked sound, and his cock throbs in need, but he doesn’t stop. Lois, however, notices, and loosens her grip.
“Sorry,” She manages to get the words out between pants, clenching around his finger. “Forgot that was, ngh, a thing n-now.”
Clark misses the feeling, but eating her out is more than enough to arouse him, so he dips his fingers deeper into her, making no move to stop his actions. Her thighs wrap around his head when he curls his fingers to press against her G-spot, and he smiles against her when he sees the look in her eye.
He loves this part more than anything else.
Clark remembers the first time they made love, a good amount of years ago, which had actually also been the first time he had ever done that. He’d been in a relationship before Lois, but that was back in high school when his parents were way too wary of letting him spend time alone with a girl. Clark, being Clark, never dared to upset Ma, and even when he had thought about it for just a second, he’d decided against it because he really wasn’t sure if the girl would’ve been safe in bed with him.
Lois, though, knew about his powers when they started seeing each other, and she has always liked a challenge. That night, after their third date, no matter how many times he’d tried to warn her that it might hurt her, she’d insisted. And, well, Clark was never able to win against her.
He remembers going down on her, how he blushed when she praised him for being ‘a natural’. He recalls the way her lips parted in a silent gasp when she was close, the way her thighs trembled and her eyes got glossy when she was right on the edge. It never slipped his mind.
It felt incredible when he first pushed inside her, getting lost in her warmth. He’d told Lois after that it was the best thing he’s ever felt, and she’d brushed off by telling him it only felt that way because it was his first time—Clark never believed her. In fact, no matter how many times he used to tell her she was ‘bad at love’ and that ‘they wouldn’t last’, he has always believed that they have something special.
He’s always known that he doesn’t need experience with anyone else to know that what he and Lois have is one of a kind.
Right now, he watches her, watches for the movements he memorised on that first night. His tongue latches onto her clit once again, suckling hard, and there it is; the gasp that escapes her, the quiver of her thighs, the shine in her eyes.
He moves his free hand to grab hers and bring it back to his hair before using his superspeed to work magic on her with his tongue and fingers. Lois comes on his mouth with a sharp cry, her whole body shuddering with the intensity. She tugs at his curls and her thighs clamp harder around his head, and something about the idea of Lois having control over him even when she’s writhing underneath him has Clark extremely aroused.
Clark doesn’t stop his ministrations until Lois pushes him away, prodding his shoulder with the heel of her foot as she whispers, ‘Okay, okay’.
He’s so aroused that it aches, and he has to bring his free hand down to palm himself, to try to calm the ache—but it also feels so, so good, and it gets even better when she flips them over, now on top of him, knees planted on the sides of his hips, lifting her own hips up to duck a hand under his pants, below his briefs to give him a slow stroke.
His breath hitches, “Lois, please.”
She lets go, and brings her hand to his face instead, wiping her slick off his lips. “You want it that bad?”
He tugs his pants down along with his underwear, watching her bite her lip at the sight of his leaking cock. “Please?”
It takes a second, literally. He whines at the sudden warmth around the head of his cock, holding her close to his chest as she sinks down onto him, slowly until he’s filled her to the brim. They stay like that for a while, and his presses his lips to her jaw jaw as she leans in to trail kisses to his collarbones.
He feels her suck, the slight graze of her teeth causing him to groan. She does it again, then pulls back for a second, ready to do it one more time, but then she stills.
“Clark. I can leave marks.”
Clark blinks, and lets out a stuttering breath. “Oh.”
She continues to stare, casually admiring her work like he isn’t balls deep inside her. “That’s.. wow.”
“Yeah.” He presses his face to her shoulder, smiling into it. “It’ll fade, though.”
“Are you trying to ruin my fun?” She lifts herself off of him and sinks back down, fast and hard.
He lets out a whine, “Oh, Lois.”
“Admit it, you like it. If only they’d last. Then your crazy fans would finally know Superman’s taken.”
His hips thrust up involuntarily, causing a trembling moan to spill out of her. His cock drags against her walls with every deep thrust. She speeds up, and he has to grab onto her, wrapping his arms around his waist to slow her down because at this point, he’s already going to come. She tilts her head up, her lips brushing against his, and he captures her mouth in a kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue. She pulls away to nibble on his earlobe, making his cheeks tingle.
They soon find a steady, unhurried rhythm. The slick sounds their bodies make fill the room, blending with the slap of skin onto skin whenever she takes him deep.
Clark pulls away from her lips and ducks his head down to mark her breasts, humming at the salty taste that hits his tongue. He then starts to thrust up into her with an equal amount of force, and she responds by quickening her pace, hips now snapping, desperately seeking more friction. Clark’s thumb naturally finds her clit, rubbing in tight circles.
Her pussy flutters around him every time she grinds down, and gosh, he has it bad. Nothing will ever compare.
Her movements grow erratic, and he feels it, how close she is—he doesn’t have to look for the signs anymore. Her nails scrape down his back, the stinging feeling making Clark moan, turning his movements sloppy. He feels it coming, hips jerking up into her heat one last time before spilling deep inside her. Lois comes right after him, clit twitching against his thumb as she does, and Clark has to pull out when she squeezes around him, too sensitive to handle it.
Lois rests on his lap, catching her breath as his cum drips out of her, landing on his thighs.
His arms stay around her for a few minutes, but then she shifts to look at him.
“We could do this for hours. You won’t have to worry about exhausting me.”
Unfortunately, Clark will never stop worrying about Lois, powers or not. Still, he smiles, because she’s so eager. “If you get tired—”
She’s already moving to lie down.
“You’re on top this time.”